herebutAlone

I couldn't feel myself as I walked through the rain. My body was numb from the cold. Rain was just down pouring on me as well as hail. I could feel it getting colder by the minute and I tried my best to keep myself warm, wrapping my arms around my chest and shivering wildly. I wish I would have grabbed my jacket back at the house... The sun was up, but barely. Up enough to bring light, down low enough to paint the sky with blues, yellows, purples and reds. The forrest was nearing it's end and I could see the city of Gotham, my home. I began to walk alongside the road to the city. It wasn't that far of a walk and if I were to stop and try to

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Jack... I smiled and hugged him, but only found myself hugging a robe on the door. "Jack...?" I asked looking at the robe. I wasn't seeing things. I saw Jack. He was there with pumping blood and a ticking mind. But... He didn't look older; he looked like the same as when he left me for dead. It had to have been 10 years since I last saw him. So... It was just another one of my stupid illusions... I growled and punched the door. To my suprise, my fist went through the door. I pulled my hand out; it was bloody and covered with splinters. An "Ow..." escaped my lips and I held my hand close to my chest. I loo

"Jack... Jack... JACK!" I yelled throwing my jacket down on the ground. I ran to the TV and kicked it off the stand. My screams echoed throughout my small appartment, bouncing off the walls. I picked up a chair and threw it at the wall, then I fell to the ground, holding my head. All I could hear weremyscreamsringing in my ear, and it took me a while to realize I was crying. I had just gotten home from the meeting and on the ride home, I decided it was Jack's fault. It was his fault why I was in this situation. "It's all your fault... All... YOUR FAULT!" I screamed, pounding my fists into the ground. "No, it's not... It's your fault." I l

Present Time I sat up in my bed and looked around the room. Where was Jack?Wait...It was just a dream... I was in my own room.My room.... My bed. My lamp. My dresser. My clock-- It was 1:20 PM! I jumped up and scrambled to get out of my bed. I must of placed my hand just at the edge of the bed, because it slipped off the bed and I fell forward onto the floor. A groan escaped my lips and I got up slowly, then I quickly walked to my dresser and pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of pants. I looked around in my mess of a room for my converse shoes, only finding one. After tripping while putting on my jeans, I fell on the floor once again, a

I didn't know what to say to this boy. He had a point, we both hated our houses and I doubt we would be missed. We were just burdens on our parents, accidents that they didn't plan on having. And if Jack didn't leave soon, he would wind up dead. I smiled and left the tarped window. I packed my backpack as quickly as I could, jumped into my shoes and ran back to the window. I smiled at Jack. "I'm all ready." He toldme to meet him in the alley below our windows, so I left my house and ran down the 3 sets of stairs to the main floor, busted out the window and ran to the alley. I waited for Jack for about 15 minutes and he finally showed up wit

My name is Lydia Griss. I have made a lot of mistakes in my life. I can't take any of it back. And even though all I have are mistakes, I have no regrets. Nothing I do, no mistake I make, none of it I regret. When I was younger, my mother didn't care what I did or how I did it. She just wanted me to stay out of her hair, so she could spend time with all the different boyfriends she brought home each night. We didn't live in the best of appartments; ours was only a one bedroom appartment, it had one bathroom, and a livingroom/kitchen. My mother blocked off all the windows with tarpbecause we also lived in a bad neighborhood; to my mother, if